A Sample from my Book-In-Creation: Third Time Lucky
When I died the first time, it didn’t hurt. The second time was much more excruciating. This is the story of the third time.
As you have probably guessed by now, I am not a normal person. I am immortal. Kind of. I was given the job of doing something, and I am not able to move on or ‘die’ until I have completed it. The problem is, I don’t know what it is that I am supposed to be completing.
You’re probably wondering why I want to escape immortality. Good question. Honestly, though, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
That’s not to say I wanted to escape immortality to start with. The first life was fun, because I just did what I wanted to. No need to worry, because if I messed up, who cares? I could always start again. So I lived a relaxed and happy life. Then I died. Death took away my life. Literally.
Everything I had worked for. Gone. Everything I had craved. Gone. Everyone I had loved. Gone.
And then I was reborn. But no one remembered me. My two granddaughters, both of whom I met, didn’t recognise me. It was even worse than losing them - watching them lose me and be unable to help.
So, in my second life, I decided to love no one. Care for no one. Because then, when I inevitably died and was reborn, I wouldn’t have to suffer again.
But I was wrong. Doing that did not stop me from suffering. If anything, it increased it. With nothing to love, I became exceedingly lonely. I had pushed away the chance of getting relationships. It was even shorter than I expected before, at the age of 25, I gave in to alcohol and drugs.
It was not long after that that I killed myself in a drunken daze, with a beer glass, and as I gradually bled to death, that somehow, a purpose became clear to me - that I was in this execrable cycle to achieve something significantly urgent.
So, I dedicated my third life to finding what that something was.
Next sample coming soon...
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